Evolution | By : Macx Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Sesshou... " Sango whispered before she lost her hold on the large
cat and slipped toward the ground.
She didn't see the ball of white lightning that seemed to appear
out of nowhere, closing around her unconscious body.
"What's wrong with my wife, healer?" Sesshoumaru asked calmly.
Only for those who knew him the signs of distress were clearly visible
- a tightly clenched fist, a slight narrowing of eyes.
"She is expecting, youkai."
*
Sesshoumaru stood outside, the wind whipping through his clothes and
hair, his eyes staring out over the wild valley beneath. It was autumn
now and the winds howled all around them, picked up leaves and sand, creating
little dust devils. On those nights Sango loved to snuggled against him
as they lay in the bedroom, the fire place roaring, and they would share
body heat and more. Much more.
'She's expecting'.
The words echoed through his mind.
His Sango.
Pregnant.
Children.
He was going to be a father.
Sango was sleeping, resting, after Aiko had given her a herbal tea that
would relax her. She needed rest, cut back on her training and think of
her body in a different way.
She was pregnant.
Part of him still didn't understand what that really meant, but another
part was... feeling warm and happy.
After a long time, he turned and walked back into the palace, aware
of the lonely figure higher up on one of the battle walls, white hair whipping
in the wind. His brother had been silently watching him, for whatever reason.
Sesshoumaru entered his chambers and his eyes immediately went to the
resting figure of his mate. Servants had brought water and towels, had
put a little stove under the tea to keep it hot. He approached the bed
and suddenly her eyes opened.
"Sesshou," she murmured sleepily.
He knelt down next to her, his hand caressing her face, then stroking
over her body to come to rest on her stomach.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked softly.
Sango's eyes clouded a little. "I wasn't sure myself," she murmured.
"But the monk knew."
Now all those strange looks Miroku had given her made sense, as did
her own back at him.
"I couldn't hide it from him."
"Why hide?"
"I... wasn't sure," she whispered.
"That you were pregnant?" Or something else?
Something else...
His eyes widened a fraction. He knew of his mate's still lingering doubts
that he actually wanted children; children that would be hanyou. Sesshoumaru
knew his own past behavior concerning hanyou had been... despicable. He
had called his own brother weak, with dirty blood, a shame for the bloodline.
"Sango," he said, voice soft but firm, "I love you. I want those babies.
I want them with you. I'll never treat them as anything but my own flesh
and blood."
"They'll be hanyou," she reminded him.
"As is their uncle, and he'll probably rip my head off if I ever hurt
them."
That got him a smile and she pulled him down, kissing him tenderly.
"I'm sorry, Sesshou, I was just..."
"Protective," he finished the sentence.
Sesshoumaru glided into the bed and pulled her close, Sango molding
himself against him.
* * *
"So one of us is going to continue the bloodline."
Sesshoumaru glanced a this brother, a mild frown on his features.
"Even if you do water down your blood by spawning hanyou children."
Emotions flared and the growl excaped his lips before he was even aware
of it. He felt the demon about to break through, the need to sink his claws
into the man who dared to insult his wife and his unborn children.
And then he saw the expression in the amber eyes that had grown to be
a lot more like his own. There was a smile there, a taunt, a reminder,
and he stood down, feeling the growl turn into a hiss.
He understood.
Now he understood.
His father had felt the same. He had loved his human mate and he had
been proud of his half-demon son. He had asked his first born to protect
his brother, he had died before he had seen his children grow up.
Sesshoumaru relaxed his stance. He wouldn't follow his father's footsteps.
He would live, he would see his children live. And he would treat them
like he would treat a youkai offspring. No youkai female had ever been
good enough to be the mother of his children; a human woman was. Sango
was his wife. She would be the mother of his children.
He loved her. He would love their children.
Inuyasha smirked as if he could read his thoughts.
"Good," was all he said and turned, walking away.
Sesshoumaru watched him and suddenly a smile crossed his lips.
* * *
The first three months of Sango's pregnancy had been rather hard for
her - morning sickness not only in the morning, but sometimes several times
throughout the day. All it needed was the wrong scent and her face would
grow pale. Sometimes it was just dry heaves, leaving her curled up tired
and exhausted on the bed. Inuyasha watched his big brother during these
times, and being accustomed to his reactions he could tell that his indifferent
and aloof brother was a far cry from that right now. In fact, different
emotions were crossing his face every now and then, disbelief, wonder,
sometimes a little shadow when Sango was suffering more than usual.
The nights were a totally different matter.
Inuyasha couldn't quite hide the grin when he thought about what he
had picked up the other night. It seemed the rumors about women,
pregnancy and sexual appetite held at least a true spark. A quick look
over to Sesshoumaru made him smirk again - his brother looked a little
messed up himself. Yep, Sango definitely knew how to handle the mighty
youkai - and turn him into a moaning puddle, from the sounds and smells
of it. Well, risking a glance at the former exterminator and his sister-in-law,
that seemed to be a two way road. Sango looked content and happy, smiling
lovingly at her husband and flirting openly with him, when she was feeling
all right. And Sesshoumaru?
Balanced.
He didn't give away much of his feelings, but his eyes were showing
his love for his wife. And sometimes, when he thought nobody watched them,
Inuyasha caught a glimpse of a soft smile, a tender kiss, his brother gently
laying a hand on his wife's slowly rounding belly.
Life was good.
The months went by peacefully, but slowly it became more and more difficult
for Sango to move smoothly. She had had to give up on training right in
the beginning of her pregnancy, and now she became itchy, dearly longing
for the time her babies would be born.
And then that day came.
Inuyasha watched his brother standing on the balcony, looking out into
the night, a soft breeze catching a strand of his white hair, which had
grown over the months - though not as long as it had been.
"She's doing fine," he said softly, stepping out of the room and at
his brother's side.
"It's been ten hours already." Sesshoumaru replied.
Inuyasha could see the tension around his eyes. His brother had stayed
as long as Aiko had allowed it, but when labors had started to come in
briefer intervalls the healer had kicked him out, stating he would just
stand in their way.
"It's her first time giving birth, Sesshoumaru. I've heard it's not
unusual to last that long."
Golden eyes looked at him doubtfully.
"How would you know?"
Suddenly the tall youkai's head whipped up, and Inuyasha pricked
his ears.
There... the echo of an infant taking its first breath to announce to
the whole world it had arrived and didn't like the welcome one bit.
"Congrats. Seems you're a father now." The hanyou grinned.
"Seems like that... uncle Inuyasha."
Hurried steps outside their room announced the arrival of Aiko. The
healer looked tired and worn out - she wasn't a young woman anymore - and
she looked at Sesshoumaru.
"You have a healthy daughter, youkai," she stated.
"A... daughter." Sesshoumaru murmured almost tonelessly.
"Hey, a little sister for Rin. That's great, isn't it?"
"A daughter..."
And then it registered even to Inuyasha.
"What about the second baby?"
Aiko hesitated for a second. "Sango is exhausted, and ... the
baby's placed wrong. It won't come without help. I have to go back."
...it won't come...
...it's placed wrong ...
The words echoed in Inuyasha's mind as he tried to make sense of it.
A glance at his brother showed him more clearly than anything else Sesshoumaru
suffered. The youkai had returned to the balcony and had resumed his former
posture, but his claws were digging into the helpless wood of the railing,
leaving deep scratches. Eyes closed as if in deep concentration, brows
furrowed - yes, the youkai lord feared for his mate.
"Sesshoumaru... it's going to be all right. Miroku will watch over her,
Aiko's a great healer, she ... "
A sharp female scream echoed through the halls and corridors of the
castle, making Sesshoumaru whirl around in a flash and Inuyasha's blood
run cold.
"Sango!"
Sesshoumaru was out of the door before Inuyasha could even blink. A
split second later he heard the pain filled howl of a youkai who had lost
his mate. Inuyasha swore and rushed after his brother, hoping to reach
him before he would do something stupid. They were bonded, but that wouldn't
register to a mind lost in grieve. It also meant Sesshoumaru would be out
of it soon.
Inuyasha found his brother in the great hall where he took out his grieve
on the hapless furniture.
"Sesshoumaru!"
Inhuman red eyes glowered at him, Sesshoumaru hissed, claws at the ready
to attack him every second.
"She'll be back," the hanyou tried to calm the raging youkai, but to
no avail.
His brother raised his hand and hissed, but then he suddenly staggered.
A low moan escaped his throat, the angry red leaving his eyes.
The hanyou caught the body in is arms as Sesshoumaru lost consciousness.
tbc...
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